The Omega's Rebirth: Her Rise And Revenge

A strange place

Jasmine's POV

The house smelled wrong.

Not bad. Just wrong. Unfamiliar cleaning products, different wood, air that didn't carry any trace of the Blue Moon Pack. I sat on the edge of what I assumed was a couch, my hands gripping the cushion beneath me. I had no idea where I was.

Christopher's voice came from somewhere across the room. "This should be adequate."

Adequate. Like I was livestock being relocated to a new pen.

"How long do I have to stay here?" My voice came out steadier than I felt.

"Until the baby is born. After that, we'll discuss arrangements."

Arrangements. Arrangements, like I was a problem to be managed.

"People will talk if you just throw out your pregnant mate," he continued. His footsteps moved toward what sounded like a door. "This keeps up appearances. You're carrying my heir. I can't have the entire werewolf world thinking I'm irresponsible."

"Right. Appearances." I pressed my hand against my stomach. "Wouldn't want anyone to think badly of you."

He didn't respond to the bitterness in my tone. The door opened.

"Christopher." The word stopped him. "Why did you really marry me?"

Silence stretched between us. Then his footsteps retreated, and the door clicked shut.

I sat alone in the strange house, blind and discarded, with nothing but memories I wished I could forget.

***

Four years ago, I'd actually believed in happy endings.

At the Moonlight Pack, I was working three jobs to pay my way through the academy. Morning shifts at the pack library, afternoons filing paperwork at the council building, evenings cleaning the training facilities. My body ached constantly, but I didn't care. I had a plan. Graduate, audition for a role in the movie industry or something, and work on my career. I loved the entertainment industry so much and really wanted to go into it.

Being an omega orphan meant you had to fight twice as hard for half the recognition. I'd accepted that.

Then Luna Rowena found me. Christopher's maternal grandmother. I was a member of her pack and she was my Luna.

"What's your name?" She'd appeared in the library one afternoon, elegant and commanding even in her seventies. "I've seen you here and there, doing a lot of things."

I'd nearly dropped the books I was shelving. "Luna. I.. I'm Jasmine... Jasmine Wade. Is there something I can help you with?"

"My grandson needs an assistant. His beta is away on extended pack business and won't return for quite some time." She'd studied me with sharp eyes. "You're organized, hardworking, and you don't gossip. You're exactly what he needs."

The position paid more than all three of my jobs combined. I'd said yes immediately.

That's how I met Christopher.

He was everything an Alpha should be. Strong, decisive, respected. And when our eyes met that first day in his office, the bond snapped into place so violently I'd stumbled.

Mate.

He'd felt it too. I saw it in his face, the way his pupils dilated, the sharp intake of breath, but I saw a kind iif look in his eyes. Something that looked like disgust.

"Jasmine Wade," he'd said, and my name on his lips felt like destiny and I forgot about everything else.

I fell so fast I didn't see the trap until it closed around me.

***

I threw myself at him. Trying to show him so desperately that I had accepted the bond and wanted to be with him. He kept behaving like I wasn't even there, but would sometimes act sweet and that was only when he wanted to have s*x with me. Now, I wonder why he did that, considering he had that b***h Isabel. Guess he wanted to know what f*****g one's mate tasted like.

The bond made everything intense. Every little smile he gave me felt like sunshine. Every little touch burned. When he kissed me for the first time, I thought I'd die from the perfection of it.

"You're special," he'd whispered against my lips. "Do you know that?"

I did know. I was a kica wolf. It wasn't something I advertised, but I'd told him during one of our late-night conversations when the bond made me feel safe enough to share secrets.

In our world, there were a few gifted wolves. Not all wolves were gifted but I was among those who were. Some with the gift of vision, astral projection, even understanding animals when they spoke, some with discernment and the healers who healed sicknesses and certain diseases and so on.

I was a kica wolf. I could heal. Not like the healer wolves. They mend injuries and cure diseases. I can take away conditions. Chronic things and even absorb pain. No matter what it was and my kind of gift was so rare. There could be one or two, or none in a whole region.

Our gifts were a part of us and worked according to our ranks. Despite being a kica wolf, I wasn't so strong and could do only little and would become the condition if I pushed too hard.

A few months later, he brought up his mother during on our date. By this time, he had started showing me love and care and the love I had for him increased drastically.

"She has Wolfa Ratinia," he'd said. He was unable to eat and looked so sad. "Do you know what that is?"

"Yes." I'd gone still. "It affects the eyes first. Takes away vision. Then it spreads across the face, causes severe wrinkling. Some people die from it eventually."

"The healer wolves tried. They can't fix it." His hand covered mine. "But you could."

"Christopher, no. That's too much. I'm not strong enough for something like that. I'd take on the condition myself."

"What if you were stronger?"

I'd turned toward him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"The mating ceremony. When we complete the bond in blood, you'll be stronger. The Alpha's mate always is. You'll the be Luna after all.."

"I don't know if that's how it works—"

"The pack physician agrees with me. He said once we're bonded, your gift will be enhanced and your wolf becomes a Luna wolf, not an omega anymore." Christopher pulled me closer. "Jasmine, my mother is suffering. She's losing her sight, her face is changing, and there's nothing anyone can do. Except you."

"After I'm marked—"

"You do not even need to be marked. After the mating ritual is done, you'll be powerful enough. I promise. We can go to the hospital and make inquiries." He'd kissed me then, deep and desperate. "Help me save her. Please. I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy. We'll mate, we'll marry, and you'll be my Luna. My equal."

The pack physician had confirmed it. Dr. Carr had looked me straight in the eye and told me that yes, the mating ritual with an Alpha would strengthen my abilities significantly.

"You'll be fine," he'd assured me. "Trust in the bond."

So I did.

We had the mating ceremony within the month. We completed the mating ritual and I felt something. I thought it was me getting stronger, not knowing it was just the effect if the mate bond. That's what I was told. Immediately after the mating ceremony, I'd channeled my gift into his mother, felt the Wolfa Ratinia pulling at me like hooks in my flesh, dragging the condition from her body into mine.

The pain had been excruciating.

When I woke up three days later, I couldn't see.

Christopher's mother was cured. Perfect vision, smooth skin, completely healthy.

And I was blind.

Christopher had promised to mark me. As only his mark could make me strong enough to recover, but he never did and his hatred and maltreatment towards me increased daily.

***

Now, sitting in this prison disguised as a house, I finally understood.

I also discovered that his beta hadn't been away on random pack business. He'd been searching for a kica wolf. I wondered how many packs or regions he'd gone to. Christopher had known exactly what he needed, had planned every step, had used the mate bond to manipulate me into destroying myself for his mother's sake.

And I'd let him.

I pressed both hands against my stomach, against the baby growing inside me.

"I was so stupid," I whispered.

But at least now, I could see the truth.

Even if I'd never see anything else again.